love or lust

his eyes pour into mine

and for a moment

he knows all of me

every dream, every fear

the songs i listen to

when i am sad

his fingers trace my skin

and i am no longer my own

but i have fallen into him

and i am not alive

until he touches me

his voice is soft when he

moans my name, and

its as if i cannot peacefully

sleep until my name rolls off

of his tongue